Audrey’s POV
Resting was harder than fighting… Every part of me wanted to move, to get up, to do something. But my body refused. The bruises, the aching muscles, the sharp pain in my ribs , all of it kept me trapped.
The healer checked on me in the morning, pressing cool cloths against my skin, rubbing strange-smelling ointments onto my wounds. It helped a little, but not enough.
Aiden visited often, always smirking like he found my suffering amusing. "See? This is what happens when you try to fight people twice your size," he said, tossing an apple in the air.
I rolled my eyes. "And yet, I still won."
He grinned. "Yeah, yeah. Just try not to die next time."
Luke came by too, though not as often. He never stayed long, just long enough to watch me, to see if I was getting stronger.
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